Amy’s POV
I walked down the stairs, my pink robe clinging to my skin. The fabric was thin, the kind that made every movement obvious, and I liked that. Kael followed behind me, each step slow, like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.
“I can’t believe you convinced me to come see that woman,” he muttered, sliding his fingers into mine.
“Babe, she’s family. Let’s hear her out. Then we go back upstairs and finish what we started—I was in the mood,” I said, and let my voice carry the joke. He chuckled, the sound low, the corner of his mouth lifting. He tried to hide it, but his chest rose and fell and I watched him breathe like a selfish addict. Damn, I was hopelessly in love.
We reached the meeting room and the air hit different. Tory stood by the window, hands tight at her sides. Clid
